I followed the blue chalk arrows
down
through houses that looked the same.
I smiled at the snarling faces
all
down
down
down
I smiled at the snarling faces
all
a-
round
and had no one else to blame.
I followed the blue chalk arrows
down
down
down
where broken hop scotch lives
I danced for hope in
all
a-
round
but you know how it is.
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